An Overlord, drunk in power and lust, lost everything. But this is just a beginning.

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In a realm beyond gods and mortals, where stars have fallen and the Akashic Record lies shattered, one being dares to defy the impossible.

Once revered as the Overlord, he now stands alone in the void, surrounded by the corpses of Celestial bodies itself. 

With nothing left but the memory of those he loved and lost, he makes a final decision. To sacrifice his very existence and cast his soul into the past, using the ancient and forbidden Wheel of Time.

But this rebirth comes at a cost.

His powers, his memories, even his name; everything will be stripped away.

And yet, he accepts this fate, for a chance to see them again.

To save them.

To live, not as a ruler or a god, but as someone who still remembers what it means to feel.

In a new world where magic thrives, powers awaken, and history has yet to collapse, a boy with no past begins his journey. 

Guided only by an unshakable will and the remnants of forgotten emotions, he walks a path full of conspiracies, ancient wars, and divine enemies determined to repeat the Collapse.

But the Overlord is no ordinary soul.

Even reborn, his presence alone warps destiny.

Can one soul change everything, even when the universe says it’s already too late?

Witness the tale of rebellion against fate, of eternal bonds that defy time, and of a man who chose to die… so the Universe could live again.

The heavy doors of the Federation's Grand Hall creaked open, letting in the echo of boots against polished marble. Igaris Vance and Evernight walked calmly through the golden archway, led by two ceremonial guards.


Their path ended at the heart of the chamber—a vast round table where twenty of the most powerful councilors in the Federation sat, cloaked in various garments of rank and color.


Some widened in awe. Others narrowed in scrutiny.


"Ladies and gentlemen," a man with refined features and perfectly combed hair stood up, adjusting his square glasses. His voice rang with elegance. "Today, the Architect's Heir, Igaris Vance, and the Architect's Daughter Calypso grace us with their presence. Let us give them a warm welcome."


Applause broke out. Some clapped with genuine excitement, others with lazy indifference. A few barely moved their hands, offering only hollow gestures of protocol.


Chapter 172 - Demand of Submission